Jonah gave a little sigh in the darkness, and Ben knew he would be asleep in seconds. Ben contemplated raising himself enough to blow it out, and realised that he didn’t have to. “And come back here at night.” Jonah rolled onto Ben’s chest, head heavy, breath warm. “And we’ll go to the cliffs in the afternoon?” “I landed.” Jonah’s smile was springtime, and Ben reached for his hand and held it. Make kites for Agnes and do things, when I can-Florrie Tapley’s roof is in a state, you know, I want to have a look at that-and come to bed with you at the end of the day. I just want to walk the wind, watch you play rugby. I’ve done rooftop escapes and lawbreaking and things, and it’s horribly uncomfortable, and I’d rather be here. “No.” Jonah rolled over as well, facing him. He rolled over on one side, watching Jonah’s face. Paris and then down through…places, I forget, to Constantinople and along whatever the Silk Road is.”īen had no idea and just hoped it was far away. Unlike her husband.” He waved his hand airily at Ben’s forehead, which had an impressive bruise developing from that bang against the floor. “Oh, she got over that ages ago.” Jonah grinned sleepily at the ceiling.
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